A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 700: Changes in Sword Castle

"You turned out to be a legendary wizard, I was shocked when I saw your face on TV!" Jim said excitedly.

Felix shrugged.

"Because I wanted to hide my identity, I actually left the orphanage to go to school." He briefly introduced his real experience over the years.

"Then your work experience—" Jim looked suspicious, couldn't it be fake too?

"It's true, I worked in London for two years after graduation."

"Strange hobby," Jim didn't understand this approach. "If I had the talent, I would definitely concentrate on studying magic." After a while, the door opened from the outside, and it was Rebecca, who saw Felix , she almost cried out in surprise.

"Wow, it's really you! Are you the magician?" She took out a carrot from the bag and pretended to stick it up with a magic wand, and made a strange sound, "Using a magic to dispel the dark clouds across the country? "

"A wizard, to be precise." Felix said, "And I'm not alone."

"Rebecca was sleeping at the time, and she was watching the TV broadcast." Jim stepped forward to take the bag, turned his head and explained, "She has been a little lethargic recently, and the doctor advised her to exercise more." Felix looked at Rebecca's slightly raised belly was a little surprised.

"Yeah, we are married." Jim said, "We couldn't contact you at the time, and we thought you were abroad. Of course, now we know why."

Felix thought of the phone he hadn't used much.

After changing her clothes, Rebecca sat next to Jim. "It said on TV that some people will be invited to visit the wizarding world?"

"Yeah, do you want to see what a real wizard is like?" Felix asked, whether it is to arrange two places or arrange privately, it is very easy for him.

Jim was a little moved, but he glanced at his wife, and his expression suddenly became hesitant.

"Forget it," he said, shaking his head, "Rebecca is pregnant. I don't want to—" He blushed slightly, "Well, I'm worried about an accident."

Felix nodded knowingly.

At this moment, it is not necessarily a good thing for ordinary people to have a relationship with a wizard. Felix himself is fine, but his friends may be threatened, which is why he came here. After asking Jim and Rebecca's opinion, Felix casts an intricate spell to keep the friendship a secret.

After staying for a while, he got up and left, leaving a card before leaving. "Wizards are very good at dealing with some problems. If you encounter difficult troubles, you can contact me. Just tear off the card."

Jim solemnly accepted the card and sent Felix outside the door.

"The old dean's health is not very good." He said.

Felix was silent for a while, "I will visit him."

"Hey! The due date is early January." Jim said loudly behind him, Felix turned his head, and he waved the card, "At least this time, I don't have to worry about finding someone for you."

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The next morning, Hogwarts.

After finishing today's newspaper, the students chatted together in twos and threes.

"Is there a new organization born today that is determined to drown wizards like drowning mice?" Ron asked in a malicious tone deliberately.

"No," Harry said with a yawn, "but some of you know that the employment rate of wizards is low, and they want to provide us with jobs."

Ron muttered, "Mind your own business."

Dean half-truthfully said: "When the situation stabilizes, I would like to try."

Neville raised his head and looked around hopefully: "Is there any new progress in the negotiations? Nothing is written in the newspaper I am in charge of."

"It won't be so soon," said Hermione cheerfully. "It's only the second day. But we always plan ahead and try to get ahead—any of you are going to Sword Castle?" She looked at everyone.

"You mean the meeting of shopkeepers in Diagon Alley?" Harry asked sensitively, "Are you going to see it?"

Hermione shrugged. Luna and Ginny passed behind Harry. Ginny raised her arms and circled behind him like a ballet dancer, then turned her head and disappeared. Hermione snorted.

Harry looked at her wonderingly.

"Nothing," she said immediately.

At this time, Hannah and Susan Burns came to join the conversation, Ernie and Justin staggered behind, their faces pale, as if they hadn't eaten breakfast, Daphne kept stroking Hair on the right.

"It's outrageous, there are newspapers saying that wizards have radiation-what is that?" Hannah said indignantly.

"Like a vicious infectious disease." Hermione said briefly. "Dragon Pox?" Hannah asked. "Almost." Hermione said, and she immediately realized, "Is that what the newspapers say?"

Hannah spelled out a word.

Hermi was incredulous, "I can't believe they can make up such a lie."

"Next time you can make sure that the author's surname is Dursley," Harry said listlessly, "It sounds like my uncle said, he always thinks that wizards pollute the environment..." He was thoughtful He raised his head eagerly, "Too many dirty words should not be allowed in newspapers."

"There is also a saying that wizards correspond to the end of the world." Ernie interjected, and he turned to look at Justin, "It involves a prophecy, I forgot the word—"

"Maya," Justin muttered.

"Are they fortune tellers among Muggles?" Daphne asked curiously.

"I don't know, the known information is that they are a branch of the ancient Indians. The level of civilization was very developed at one time, and then suddenly declined." Hermione said, "Later generations have discovered some plausible prophecies from their remains. "

"The newspaper said it was true." Justin said seriously: "I saw similar things when I was a child, and they were all written in a book. The cover looked very scary-but it was confiscated by my mother later. Already."

"What did she say?" Hermione pressed.

"She said it was a waste of time." Justin pouted, "But she didn't know about the existence of divination classes at that time. That book."

"You still have it, I thought you lost it," said Ernie.

Hermione is obviously not interested in divination. Although she admits that Trelawney did do a real divination once or twice, she also stubbornly believes that Trelawney's mind is just a lake of pulp at ordinary times. Still made with sherry. She asked again if any of them was going to Swordkeep.

Finally, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Susan, and Neville decided to go to see the excitement. "Where's Ginny?" As the group walked towards the Transfiguration office, Harry turned to look for the red-haired figure.

"I saw her leave with Luna," said Hermione.

They came to the transfiguration office on the second floor, which originally belonged to Professor McGonagall, but after she moved into the principal's office, it became vacant, and the fireplace in the office was used by students for daily commuting.

The shops on both sides of the aisle in Diagon Alley are deserted, and there are temporary closure notices written on the windows.

"Look over there, Harry!" said Ron sharp-eyed, pointing his finger.

Harry looked over, his eyes suddenly widened. It was the location of Florin Foster's ice cream shop. It was closed when he came to Diagon Alley before the start of sixth grade, but it seems to be reopened now. . He strode over, and there was also a closure notice posted on the door. He calmed down a little and stared at the huge parasol standing outside. The scene where he was eating ice cream and doing homework came to Harry's mind, and he stretched out his hand to touch it. I checked, and there was no dust on the parasol.

His heart fluttered, which meant someone had cleaned it, but Harry wasn't sure if it was someone else, and there might be an answer where he was going. He excitedly walked towards Sword Castle, but was stopped by someone when he reached the door.

"Sorry, no visitors today, there are important matters."

"Cremy?" Harry looked at the witch who stopped him in surprise.

"It's Harry," said Clemie Vera, and she greeted with a smile, "These are your friends?" She looked behind Harry, some of whom recognized some of them did not.

Hermione also looked a little surprised when she saw Clemi.

"It's a mess inside, I'm going out to get some air." Claire explained, "Penello is inside." "Is Arik back?" Hermione asked. "Not yet," Keremy sighed, "He's going to inspect the branch in Latin America, and he may not be back in another week."

As members of the first batch of "Future World" companies, besides Lu Ping, several others were also entrusted with important tasks. Over the past few years, they have each been responsible for part of the content according to their interests. Cremi likes to delve into technology, and Penello is more inclined to daily management. For a while, Lupine was distracted from the work of the Order of the Phoenix, and it was the two of them who maintained the normal operation of the company. As for Arik - he is in charge of those branches abroad.

"By the way, Creme," Harry thought of the question that was born in front of the cold drink shop: "Have you seen Florin Fusk?"

Kremy thought for a while, "The owner of the cold drink shop?"

"That's right!" said Harry excitedly.

"It's coming." Keremi gave an affirmative answer.

"Didn't I remember that he was captured by Voldemort?" Ron asked beside him.

"Because he was lucky enough to escape the fate of becoming an Inferi." A strange voice intervened in the conversation between them. Harry raised his head suddenly and saw an old man with gray hair. He said in surprise: " Mr. Fosk?"

"Mr. Potter, I'm so glad you still remember me." Florin said with emotion.

"Of course I remember you!" said Harry, "but how did you escape?"

"I didn't escape, I was rescued by Aurors," Florin said. "The Dark Lord captured a group of people who were good at the history of magic. I was one of them. Wandmaker, I know a guy named Gregorovich who had the bad luck of not being tortured."

Harry vaguely knew this. Voldemort concocted the rumor of the "Ten Wands" by interrogating these people. Mr. Ollivander was originally one of the targets, but he managed to escape the death eaters, and then spread rumors pretending that he had gone abroad, but in fact he Has been hiding in the basement of the wand shop, even fooling Voldemort.

"Did you just mention Inferi?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," Florin said with a gloomy expression, with a little fear, "The Dark Lord tortured us according to his fame. He wanted to know some very secret things. I just happened to know a little bit. Fortunately, he changed his mind midway. I got an idea, and turned to ask those more famous wand makers. I didn't suffer much torture, but I was locked up for a long time... I can't be sure to hide it from the Dark Lord. All the tortured dead are used to make Inferi. "

Harry had mixed feelings. Not only did he hate Voldemort's cruelty, but he was also puzzled by Florin Hanhu's words. He didn't realize it until he saw Hermione's mouth shape. Florin refers to the Deathly Hallows. Luna's father asked Florin about this when he was young. Voldemort may have heard of the legend of the Deathly Hallows, but even if he knew, he would only be interested in the Elder Wand. Interesting, if Voldemort tortured him one by one, Mr. Fosk would definitely not be spared. However, with the emergence of the rumor that Professor Haip held the Elder Wand, Voldemort's attention may have shifted, and his focus has become other wandmakers.

"Anyway, at least I'm still alive, and I can still discuss what happened to you. The Auror who rescued me said that he got a secret clue. I guess it might be an informant from the Ministry of Magic. I have been I want to thank him." Florin talked about his recent experience, "After I was rescued, I rested for a few months, and I recently tidied up the store and planned to reopen..."

Florin left.

"Who do you think that informant is?" Harry asked after he left.

"Could it be Snape?" Ron speculated.

"It could be Lucius Malfoy, too," said Hermione.

"Professor Hype may have dug useful information out of Voldemort's mind," said Ron.

They walked into the sword castle, and the hall was very lively. There are more than a dozen tables in the center of the hall, behind each table is a staff member of the Ministry of Magic, and opposite to the shopkeeper in Diagon Alley, they are discussing with a piece of parchment in their hands.

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A witch near Harry said: "I just sell some beauty potions to solve the small blemishes on the witch's face, like freckles, sarcoma, etc. I don't think it will be useful, any healer can do it It's about the same..."

"Don't say that, Ms. Prim Purnell, your beauty potion is much more effective than the magic of ordinary healers." The staff member said patiently.

"Really?" The witch glared at him suspiciously.

As they continued to move forward, a young wizard seemed very impatient and yelled loudly: "I run a wizard travel agency, I hear - clearly - it is a wizard travel agency, which specializes in providing thrilling trips for wizards , I will not be responsible for any danger during the trip!"

The staff of the Ministry of Magic opposite him asked persistently: "Then do you think it is possible to develop a tourism project specifically for Muggles?"

The young wizard looked at the staff blankly, "I'm not sure...Although we have indeed domesticated a group of zombies, in order to be more realistic, there may still be attacks during the expedition."

"No zombies." The staff immediately said, "I mean, some unusual and novel places can attract people's attention."

The wizard thought hard for a while, and when Harry and the others decided to leave, they heard him asking behind him: "How about the Bermuda Triangle? But last year a wizard disappeared, and I haven't found it yet..."

Neville stopped suddenly with a look of horror on his face. He whispered: "My uncle wanted to travel there before, and I have to talk him out of the idea."

A familiar voice came from the front.

"...Apparently no one cares if your inventory is one page longer or one less, because it doesn't matter."

It was Fred or George who was talking. They took two steps forward. Farther down the hall, Fred and George sat in the same chair, opposite a sullen Percy. Harry stopped hesitantly, they seemed to come at the wrong time.

"Since you mentioned the list," Percy gritted his teeth, "I can tell you right now that half of the products are substandard—"

"You can't do that!" cried Fred.

"This is power for personal gain." George also shouted.

"Oh, you can go to the Ministry of Magic and sue me." Percy smiled with a sure chance of winning, "Look whose side they will stand on? The nosebleed nougat that makes people bleed, vomit Throwing out candy, a coma flower candy that suddenly fainted..."

Penelo leaned over from the next door~IndoMTL.com~Your brother did the right thing. Muggles are very fragile, and they are said to take months to recuperate from a broken bone. She said sternly: "We want to exclude as many dangerous items as possible when considering the trade list. "

Ron grinned, and he put his hands on the twins' shoulders, taking the opportunity to add insult to injury.

"To be fair, some of their products can't even handle a wizard. Must be strictly scrutinized."

Fred and George turned left and right, looking at Ron expressionlessly, making him a little hairy.

Harry had expected this scene a long time ago, he raised his head, looking for the noisy voices that hadn't stopped since entering Sword Castle. A group of house elves were poking their heads out of the railing upstairs, looking down excitedly.